Seagull Dreams

To see a gull means
adventure is long and longing
When white wings expand across Pacific blue skies
escape lies on the horizon
If on one leg he stands balanced on a rock
life is safe, solid is your walk, steady you go
With two orange feet planted at the surf’s ragged edge
your steadfast determination will clear a turbulent past
If he squawks or barks or laughs at the wind
abandon agenda, explore new ideas, enjoy the flow
If he rides warm currents rising on the drift
growth is a gift that comes without trying
If a powerful rouge gust blows him to the side
it is time to change your plans


Happy Saturday and welcome to Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. For the challenge, pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:

Ballet slipper
Wobbly table


Oprah Winfrey
Never conducted a symphony
But orchestrated wishes like a Christmas star
Surprise! You get a new car! And you get a new car!

I’m so happy to have this simple prompt for Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’m suffering from jet lag and sleep deprivation after returning from our week in Maui. I know, poor me. Still.. the struggle is real.

Here’s the prompt: Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.

Too Soon

Too soon comes a day the wink of tender eye
Your smile, your laugh, the half full of your glass
Shuffle footsteps down the hall, I miss it all
Too soon forever comes to say goodbye
Too soon all footsteps soften as they pass
Never chosen, whispers never spoken, years
Without your footsteps follow when I fall
Who do I call when gone are all the tears?

Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chines. The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.

A Running Debate

Let me stop as I am done
I have given my last step
My breath it catches in my lungs
This death march I can’t schlep

Did you think there would be ease?
Climb mountain crest in glee?
Long distance has no guarantees
Like life not fantasy

Let me stop, Let me quit
It’s more than I can do
The mountain high, the river deep
The blisters fill my shoes

This quest you chose with eager ease
From your couch, it’s in your grasp
It’s still a goal worth fighting for
Don’t let your resolve lapse

With every step comes more pain
My legs, my back, my head
What good will finish be to me
If I arrive half dead?

It’s not that bad, you have great strength
You see, I’m still intact
With energy left to complain
You’re far from heart attack

My goal alone is to survive?
To just endure this quest?
The journey should I not enjoy?
Should the day not be my best?

What makes this day a full success?
What dreams have you to prove?
Sit down and cry and feel sorrow
Or get up and get on the move

With distance goal I show myself
I show the others too
That I can finish what I start
No mountain I can’t move

Then keep your motion forward
Relentless like your soul
Take one step, then take the next
Until you reach your goal


Today’s NaPoWriMo Challenge is to write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. Hopefully, this prompt will give you a chance to represent different points of view in the same poem, or possibly to create a dramatic sense of movement and tension within the poem.

The Slayer

I haven’t seen them yet
but I can feel them near.
There’s a crawl under my skin
that let’s me know they’re here.

The air is heavy with their scent
from blood left on their lips.
I must remain focused now
to save us from their grip.

A darkened alley calls to me
in sounds undead can’t hear.
I turn to see the cracking twig
I’m met with fang bared sneer.

At lightning speed I dash away
and leap across the space
when three more of the minion
appear before my face.

Please strength and wits don’t fail me now.
The Initiative counts on me
with the powers of a Chosen One
to protect the life of this city.

My sword I wield unflinchingly
as steel sweeps the air.
Heads fly from severed bodies
in plumes of streaming hair.

I gasp and hunker out of breath
crumbling to the ground
and find myself in Angel arms
that gently help me down.